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Dante knew a thing or two about hell. Given the time during which he lived, with no HDTV, it's not surprising that his time was spent composing the Inferno. No Erin Andrews, Suzy Kolber, or NFL games on Sunday, Dante lived in a veritable hell. Still, while acknowledging the difficult period in which he lived, it's child's play compared to the Bristol Period. The Bristol Period is the age of ESPN, a media outlet devoid of sporting content, stocked with personalities that make carnival workers cringe. "BooYah" is now synonymous with ignorance as is Sean Salisbury. The Bristol Period is simply the most difficult period in the history of humanity. Think Bary Manilow singing at your Rave Party. Yeah. That made you cringe. It's not that The Critic isn't appreciative of sports coverage. College Football, basketball, and other worthy sports are broadcast with astonishing regularity. Thank you Bristol. No the problem is the people who comprise the team. Stuart Scott, Linda Cohn, and Reece Davis are particularly bad in much the same way that a leech on a testicle is bad. Can we not dump them? Please. The Bristol Period is a high-water mark for sports coverage and a low water mark for engaging sports talk. ESPN is saying, Here's some great games but you MUST use the mute button. Oh, and they will hype an event much better than Stalin hyped himself. Coincidence? Nah. Dante would have blogged about this terrible period but no one would've read it-his posts would've been 1000 words. Yet, he would have understood the Bristol Period as only a man who writes about hell could fathom.